YOUNG JINCE JOHNSON !

Jince walked east along the railroad tracks
and between the line of maple trees.
The spring air was crisp and clean.

The sun rising between the trees
with Red squirrel's playfully above.
After a quick survey of the land around him,
Jince decided to make his way home via
the big blue water tower on the hill.

The town was only nine square miles.
Surrounded to the east by Rattlesnake mountains,
and to the west by the Red stone road hills.
The rest of town was somewhat flat with sandy soil.
Except on the mountains where it was red clay.
As slippery as a pig in a poke this time of year.

Jince took his time,smelling the aroma of the fresh green grass.
Approaching the tower, he leaned forward
and picked up a few small stones.
Reached way back and hurled one to the top of the tower.
When it hit it mad such an echoing, clanging noise.
He was sure it could be heard all the way into town.

There was a line of condensation
around the water tank, where the water level was.
After throwing all his stones and
Looked for another stone but he couldn't find one.
Jince continued along his way looking for his horse.
He turned and walked away from the water tower until.

Jince met Mrs. Greenthumb as she worked away
in her flower beds on both sides of the walkway.
She was always smiling from ear to ear.
On very hot summer days she would sing and
Offer Jince a nice cold glass
of lemonade or Iced tea.

Jince helped Mrs.Green thumb out
with her yard work once and awhile.
He even called her by "Greeny" a nick name she
had come to be called because of her Green thumb
with growing plants and such.

Passing the town's bakery he wished he had some money for a pastry.
The aroma of the fresh baked goods was intoxicating.
He looked into the front window laughing at the sight.
There was Mr. Rogers wildly shaking a broom in the air.

When he went into the store he found out why.
Mr. Rogers was trying to hit a bird
that had gotten into her back storage room
and was now flying in circles in the bakery.

Jince held the front door open
just as the bird was flying by,
and out the door it went.

Mr. Rogers thanked young Jince,
gave him a bag of fresh donuts
for the rest of his trip home.


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